What’s Going On?

And I try, oh my God do I try, I try all the time… ~ Four Non Blondes

One goose barrels in

honk dramatic

five seconds ahead of the flock

and then a second

in a messy formation

as they change leads.

They don’t even pause

here today, an overfly.

A full minute passes

before three part the air

for a pursuing vee.

Another minute until twenty

more fly these friendly skies.

Their guide’s blurb — over your

north wing observe the green shores

see the pleasant island-birthplace

of you, right? Squawks of agreement

as they pass.  They all seem aimed

at the exact spot further north

called as if by a beacon,

obeying the connected field.

And suddenly this one is solo southbound

sounding frantic

a survivor fleeing disaster.

These giant Canadian geese don’t

migrate, so perhaps a farmer

up the road has exposed a stubble

of corn.  They all received the memo,

this lone crier sent back

to confirm the feast.

But an hour goes by

and the skies remain clear;

my anthropomorphism as usual

blinding me to what is

as I seize the tease

of potential story.

Inspired by: Dramatic, Tease

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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